Claim it...

The victory is Jesus.

James 4:7
"Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."

As would be expected, the enemy attacked. In several ways. While I might not have had the expected prayer and fast, God and I still connected in a major way. God is so good. He meets me where I'm at. Every.single.time!

Due to circumstances, I didn't make it to Bible study until way late into it. The tears were flowing as I even walked into the church. I'd hit that breaking point. It was so amazing how the Lord used everyone in my path from the moment I stepped into the church to minister to me. Now, I see that as a direct correlation to obedience. I could have so easily just gone home and had my own little pity party. But I felt that pull. The overwhelming pull of the Holy Spirit. Oddly, I also consider it a blessing that I couldn't hold it together. I don't tend to cry in front of people (at least if I can help it). This morning, I just couldn't stop. It was humbling. It also added prayer warriors. As sisters in Christ, we are driven to pray for one another in times like these. We are wired to nurture and support. God is faithful and provides for needs I don't always realize are there.

There were other icky things that added to the day. I didn't deal with each of them well. However, the Holy Spirit was always there prompting, bringing me back. I prayed. I prayed standing in my kitchen and in the car. Nothing formal, just talking to God. I'm sure that didn't please the enemy.

I was invited over to my study leader's house this evening where she and another gal were going to spend time in prayer- just like in the morning, only not at church. I was going to pray about going and ask the Lord to make DH's heart do whatever needed to be done. God's plan was so much better than mine. DH didn't really respond when I told him of the invite. But, when he came home, he started getting the kids ready. DD has swimming on Tues. He told me he was taking all 3 kids to the gym and that it was my choice what I would do during that time. A quiet house. Wow. Gave me time to walk through the house praying. Renewed my spirit.

I had a word from the Lord today, "order." God is order. He is not chaos. I've allowed so much business to my life lately that it's all out of order. I really felt called to put our home in order...starting with my desk. The piles need to go. Simplify.

As I was looking for the verse I started this entry with, He led me to 2 Peter 3:9, "The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance."

I like "The Message" translation of it too: "Don't overlook the obvious here, friends. With God, one day is as good as a thousand years, a thousand years as a day. God isn't late with his promise as some measure lateness. He is restraining himself on account of you, holding back the End because he doesn't want anyone lost. He's giving everyone space and time to change. "

And again, the scriptures come alive. I almost felt tonight like verse cards were jumping up from my desk with a "pick me! Pick me!" At 7:15, it was Psalm 119:11, "I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you." At 7:56, 2 Timothy 1:7, "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." (Wow, self discipline...finishing a task? Order?)

Last one,
Psalm 46:10
"Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth."